Mother of Fear, Breakthrough-Innocent Body! Thirteen Spiral Palaces!

Sarlange lunged forward, but was firmly held back by the Golden Flame Blade coming straight at him.

The latter, like a rapidly spinning golden wheel, rubbed against Sarlange's arms and chest, creating countless dazzling crimson-gold sparks.

This brief stalemate was just enough for the black hole meteor, drawn by the [Sense Stars], to fall.

"Buzz—"

The terrifying black hole crash brought an unparalleled sense of oppression and suffocation.

Sarlange offered almost no resistance and was silently swallowed by the edge of the black hole, Itai into countless fragments that swirled back. Ronan's figure vanished as specks of silver light before the aftershocks could reach him.

"Boom!"

The black hole sank into the pitch-black wilderness, and the vast plain trembled violently.

The power of the spell, when fully unleashed, expanded rapidly like a giant black bubble at the point of impact with the black hole, eventually bursting and creating indescribable, terrifying aftershocks. A vast, turbid wave of air slowly spread outwards.

When all the commotion subsided, under the faint starlight cast by the exceptionally clear night sky, a giant circular crater with a diameter of more than ten kilometers could be seen on the vast plain. The land around the crater was completely flattened, as if a layer had been forcibly shaved off, and a shocking radial ring mark was formed at the edge of the crater.

Ronan reappeared.

Itai flowed slowly around him like water. Through the Dawn Mask, Ronan looked down at the center of the black hole eruption, expressionless.

"Sa-uh-du-&"

A low murmur rose in the deathly silent night sky, each syllable seemingly radiating some kind of eerie Magic Power.

Sarlange stood in the center above the giant pit, and all the strange sounds came from his mouth.

At this moment, he was like a tattered sack, with only about a third of his body still intact.

He was not dead; his tenacious vitality allowed him to survive the aftershocks of the black hole's fall and explosion.

Ronan stared at Sarlange's strange behavior, his eyes flashing slightly. He took a step forward, Itai hummed around him, gradually condensing into the shape of wings and blades.

He sensed an indescribable, eerie energy emanating from Sarlange, and he wanted to end the fight immediately.

However, before Ronan could make a move, Sarlange's incantation had already stopped.

Suddenly, with his only remaining arm, he slashed across his chest, tearing open a large, gaping wound. Before the dark purple blood could flow from the wound, Sarlange had already pulled out a strange, writhing, screaming mass of flesh from somewhere and forcefully pressed it into his exposed wound.

The moment the mass of flesh touched Sarlange's skin, it immediately sprouted countless strange tentacles that burrowed under Sarlange's flesh and quickly attached themselves to him.

Ronan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly slashed out with gold Itai. Amidst the chanting of the Song of Fire Gold, the dazzling sword light, like a waterfall, ripped through the sky, creating a dreamlike and enchanting golden world that spanned thousands of meters of space, and slashed head-on at Sarlange.

The pitch-like golden flames splashed out, and the terrifying blade light that could easily tear through the void was forcibly stopped by an evil power that suddenly erupted from Sarlange's body.

"Crackling crackling—"

A series of strange cracking sounds and flesh-growing noises emanated from Sarlange's body. Ronan watched as Sarlange's broken body rapidly expanded like an inflating balloon, with sharp, slender arms emerging from his bloated skin. The scales on his body stood up, rubbing and vibrating to produce a dense rustling sound, as if thousands of centipedes were crawling at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, Sarlange's sides were covered with arthropod-like arms covered with fine black hair, and his body was covered with strange, dark white patterns that formed a pattern resembling a distorted human face on his chest.

He seemed to have transformed into a deformed, grotesque giant spider, his entire body radiating an eerie and unsettling aura.

"The Great Mother of Fear and Lies!"

"Thank you for listening to the prayer of your faithful servant..."

Sarlange emitted a slippery, low, and hoarse voice. His face was covered with countless narrow eyes that blinked rapidly. Even his teeth had turned into fine serrations, and his mouth stretched all the way to the base of his ears. When he smiled and spoke, he was indescribably eerie and unsettling.

The power of the Golden Flame Blade was completely blocked by the evil force field around Sarlange. With Itai tremor, the blade cut vertical lines into the void. Golden Fire dripped onto Sarlange's body, but it only flowed away quickly like mercury, leaving no trace.

"The Mother of Fear and Lies"

Ronan's eyes flashed, his hands formed a hand seal, and the golden light on his Dawn Mask rippled, all converging towards the groove between his eyebrows. At the same time, the seven crimson crystals on the Magma Embrace Gauntlet shone brightly.

In an instant, the golden resonance in the void abruptly ceased, followed by the sudden disappearance of the magnificent, narrow Golden Flame Blade, which then transformed into a brilliant crimson-gold streak that slashed straight down from the sky.

The dazzling brilliance of this crimson-gold fire line was so intense that just looking at it felt like being cut and burned by the naked eye. Wherever it passed, the void was as thin as paper, directly and evenly cut into two striking halves.

However, faced with the extremely compressed power of the golden spell, Sarlange simply looked up casually.

The spider-like, segmented arms rose up in quick succession, their tips drawing eerie arcs in the air. Immediately afterward, a layer of amethyst-like defensive barrier appeared above Sarlange's head. The crimson-gold fire line fell to the barrier and stopped abruptly with a "bang," followed by a series of intense "sizzling" friction sounds.

"!"

Sarlange's expression suddenly turned ferocious, his terrifying mouth opened, and he let out an extremely high-pitched scream like the cry of an infant, as countless spider arms stretched out.

Ronan's pupils contracted slightly, and the next second, he heard a crisp "bang".

"Call--"

A sudden gust of wind whipped up his Platinum-Woven Robe, making them cling tightly to his body. Countless shattered pieces of gold rolled back in Itai, suspending around him in the form of particles smaller than water droplets.

An immense aura, far exceeding level five, spread out. Sarlange stretched out his body, emitting countless purplish-black wisps of smoke, like spider silk, which instantly filled the void of the entire battle group.

"Thump thump—thump thump—"

Ronan heard his own heartbeat and felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

It's like being inside a huge, invisible egg sac, surrounded by thick, unseen mucus. Both the body and mind feel a strange sense of sluggishness and stickiness.

"Call--"

Ronan exhaled softly, and the Star Force Field around him contracted along with the gold Itai.

He pointed his right hand with his fingers together and slowly touched his forehead.

Within the Consciousness Space, the Light Chrysalis of the [Secret Chrysalis] trembled slightly. The Light Chrysalis opened from the inside out, transforming into countless threads that rapidly extended to his limbs, bones, and every corner of his body.

Ronan is ready to activate his Magic Transformation into the Void Hole Butterfly form.

However, at that moment, the countless eyes on Sarlange's face in the distance suddenly blinked in unison, each eye flashing with an eerie purple light.

For a moment, Ronan's mind went into a daze, countless evil whispers rang in his ears, and a strange and alluring spider woman's face seemed to flash before his eyes.

Inside his body, the silk threads of the [Secret Chrysalis] stopped extending. Immediately afterward, the dense, purplish-black, transparent spider silk in the surrounding air rapidly contracted, wrapping and enveloping him layer by layer.

Fear!

From the deepest recesses of the soul, the most primal fears surged forth like a tidal wave.

The images of those experiences that had instilled fear in Ronan flashed rapidly before his eyes.

Ronan's face showed disbelief. He looked down at his hands and found that his body was trembling uncontrollably and instinctively!

"Huffing and puffing—"

Ronan's tall body bent over uncontrollably as he gasped for breath, gripped tightly by the fear that welled up from the depths of his heart and the eerie spider silk that enveloped him.

At this moment, he was like a pitiful prey caught in a spider's web, slowly weaving its own cocoon, only able to watch helplessly as Sarlange, with a smile on his face, walked slowly toward him with the composure of a victor.

"Call--"

Suddenly, Ronan reached forward, as if trying to grab something.

On his right wrist, a golden gear mark quietly appeared, spinning wildly as if making a final struggle.

Sarlange was startled by his actions and stopped in his tracks, his numerous narrow eyes narrowing slightly.

But when he saw Ronan's right hand quickly fall limply to his side again, and his entire body completely enveloped in purplish-black spider silk without leaving a single gap, Sarlange's expression relaxed once more.

He slowly walked up to Ronan, gently poking the now completely cocooned Ronan with his long spider arms, his expression revealing a vast and eerie tranquility amidst his evil.

He raised his head, gazing up at a certain direction in the starry sky above, his body fully stretched out, and in an extremely devout posture, he murmured, "God is watching me."

Sarlange closed his eyes, immersing himself in a strange sense of peace and reverence.

The cold starlight fell upon his grotesque body, releasing wisps of black energy, and his evil will continued to expand and grow stronger every moment.

Suddenly.

"Click-click-click—"

A sharp, shattering sound suddenly broke the eerie silence.

Sarlange suddenly opened his eyes, his countless spider eyes lowered, his gaze fixed on the large, purplish-black cocoon that was right in front of him. The cocoon trembled slightly, as if something was trying to break free from it.

A cold light flashed in Sarlange's eyes, and his mouth split open quickly, revealing rows of serrated, fine teeth, which he then bit down hard on the large cocoon.

"Smack!"

Sarlange opened his mouth to an unbelievable angle and bit down hard on the cocoon, the muscles in his cheeks and neck twitching as he was about to make a forceful sucking motion.

However, at that moment...

"Boom!"

A burst of intense, surging white flames erupted from within the large cocoon.

The surging, almost tangible, life force violently shook Sarlange.

Sarlange's eyes widened as he saw the blazing white flames soaring upwards, forming a dazzling white pillar of light in the dark night.

Inside the pillar of light, a tall and slender figure slowly emerged.

In the dim light, one could see his long hair dancing wildly, and his body seemingly covered in heavy golden shackles that were constantly breaking and shattering.

"Click-clack-clack—"

The crisp cracking sound, accompanied by the dense noise of something rapidly breaking and growing back, gave rise to an unprecedented and indescribable sense of terrifying oppression from the depths of Sarlange's heart.

Sarlange was caught off guard by the sudden change before him. He stared blankly for a while before snapping back to his senses.

"Call--"

An evil will, swelling to its limit, formed a hurricane around him, and eerie shadows continued to spread upwards. Behind Sarlange, a gigantic half-human, half-spider phantom silently emerged.

"God is watching me!"

Sarlange's face contorted into a mad, twisted expression, his mouth splitting open as he let out a piercing roar.

He charged headlong into the blazing white beam of light, his evil force field, shadows, and the half-human, half-spider phantom behind him coalescing into a single entity that pressed forward rapidly.

On the open field, it was as if an enormous spider was stretching out its dense webbed legs, embracing its prey in a gesture of love, ready to tear it apart and devour it.

At that moment, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"God?!"

"Snap!"

With the final shattering sound, a slender hand covered in bloodstains quietly emerged from within the white pillar of light.

It charged straight in, tearing through layers of barrier forces, and finally landed heavily on Sarlange's head, grabbing him tightly!

"Boom!"

The white beam of light exploded, along with the spider phantom formed by the immense force, all of which was evaporated into smoke.

Instead, an incomparably vast sea of blood swept upwards from below, instantly filling the entire void.

The sea of blood parted, Ronan's figure emerged step by step from the bottom of the sea of blood.

At this moment, his entire body was bathed in crimson arcs of light that seemed to form lightning, his blood-red hair flying wildly, and his terrifying aura condensed into vein-like structures in the void, constantly twisting and radiating outwards.

The clouds high in the wilderness were completely dispersed, and the light of the waning moon shone down, illuminating Ronan's near-perfect demonic body.

The bloodstains covering that massive demonic body, like shattered totems, seemed to be silently telling an ancient and long-forgotten secret.

"Without your God."

Ronan grabbed Sarlange's head with one hand, slowly pulling him close, looking him straight in the eyes, and calmly said, word by word, "Now... I'm looking at you."

"Gurgle—gurgle—"

Sarlange stared at Ronan in shock, a sticky, strange swallowing sound emanating from his throat.

A moment later, as if recovering from his utter shock, he screamed, and all his spider arms flared wildly, releasing one eerie purple light after another, and suddenly broke free from Ronan's grasp.

Ronan seemed unconcerned, calmly watching Sarlange's frantic retreat.

"I still want to thank you, Sarlange."

Ronan opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and gently inhaled.

In an instant, the vast, blood-red Dead Sea beneath Ronan began to churn violently.

Pillars of blood rose from the Dead Sea and then converged on Ronan.

"Help me break the seal on the Stone of Destiny."

"This day..."

"I have waited for far too long."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ronan suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, all the blood pillars around him condensed into strands of Dark Red Threads.

At this moment, Ronan's body and pupils...

The blinding blood-red light bloomed in the shape of the most beautiful poppy.

"[Ascetic Body Forging], Grandmaster Level! — [Innocent Body]!"

"[Thirteen Spiral Palaces]!"

"Boom!"